As the silence spans between them, Vaaco is pleased when he sees her eyes widen. Yes, fear. Fear will make you react in ways that you never known was possible. You will throw away logical thinking, in acts of self perseverance. Some will forget their training, while others will cower in hopes that it will just disspipate. Vaaco has seen both of these acts, in battle. Some of his brothers slaughtered for their fear and cowardice. He closes ashen eyes for a brief moment before they open once more, a coldness is awoke.

"You have disturbed them, they know you are here." He turns away from her, as he moves down the path to the ocean. Branches drag along his thick sooty hide, he revels in the pain. He halts at the ocean's surf, a single ear pivots behind him. He is pleased when to hear the soft crunch of the sand behind him. In the dark they enter the water's depths.

The the pre dawn's twilight he steps from the surf, he swivels his massive head behind him. There, a pale lithe form. She had made the long swim from the crossing. As her hooves touched the sands she becomes rigid and defiant. Her voice shrill, it echoes off of the surrounding trees. "You're taking me to them." His look becomes mischievous as he takes a step towards Wendy. "Are you going to run? Where will you go? You do not know this land." He closes the distance between them, his height towers over hers. "I have not brought you to my brothers, they are dead."